‘But Monsieur Qadir, you do not think worse of me because I yielded myself to you tonight,’ I asked. ‘Ma cherie, you are now a pirate’s wife. ...ext time we sail I shall marry us on the deck of my ship and we shall be legally tied,’ he replied. The thought that I should be forced to marry a pirate now filled me with horror and dread and I suddenly realised that in giving in to his advances I had perhaps offered Abu Qadir a false impression of my true feelings. I was suddenly filled with shame and. So, i am all dressed up in some sort of slutty attire and i go online and watch hypno videos or generally anything that gets me so hot and horny i make myself do depraved things picturing my dominant abuser forcing me to be a big slut.typical night i guess :pHowever last week was different. i needed attention. i craved to be stared at by a horny man (maybe even a curious woman). So i dressed up in some black lingerie, fishnet stockings, plad and black short skirt and a tight red haltertop.. We had lunch that day and ended up at his apartment, in bed all evening. We screwed each other's brains out for 3 straight hours. I enjoyed him immensely and I think he enjoyed himself too because he kept calling me afterwards, but I didn't want to get into any relationships just before going overseas. I wanted to be free to experience what might come without feeling guilty about a boyfriend back home.Our lovemaking kept rumbling around in my head as I dressed and headed to the mess hall. Billy. We had a great trip riding home, and Mary said that she wanted to celebrate tonight. I was pretty sure I knew what she had in mind, and I was all for it. I had already moved into her bedroom and her bed, but we had not fucked since that first time. Mary'd had her monthly time, so we had put off any more fun until that was passed. From the way she talked, she must be through with that for this month.I had not bought the stuff to put in a full crop this year because I was going to have to hunt.